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Broken Roses (2p!Canada x Reader)
The warm wetness of his breath on your ear was pleasant, if not a little bit disconcerting. He's been ignoring you since that wretched day and you were content with that. If he didn't want to court you then it was his choice not to. You weren't going to push it by trying to be friends with him, besides, it's not like you two were completely codependent on each other.
Oh wait. You were.
You had been best friends with Matthew Williams since the day you had gotten out of middle school. You had popped over to Artie's bakery for a Sweet Treat Tuesday (Where Artie gives out free sweets) and you had met Matt- after giving him a bloody nose.
He tried to take your truffle.
Well, flash forward and you two are both going to Britannia University in Canada. You two are closer than ever and even decided to share an apartment along with the Vargas brothers- who didn't go to the Uni. They had been homeschooled their entire life until college when they were promptly told to go get a college education. They went, and they attended separate schools, both very close to the other. The schools, definitely not the brothers.
Anyways, you had sorta fucked up and fallen quite deeply for your best friend. You, being a stubborn ass, didn't like to call it love, believing that the little crush would flit away with the help of a bunch of flings. Well, while you became quite good at breaking hearts (among other things) you also learned that this was definitely more than a crush. But not love. To make a long story short, you had hooked up with numerous people (including both Vargas brothers on several occasions and sometimes even both at once) and then accidentally told your best friend that you wanted to fuck him, just not in so little words. He had shot you down quickly and blamed it on your promiscuity.
Ouch.
It's not like you weren't viewed as a slut- you just didn't care. You were currently at least friends with everyone who you had slept with, because usually you got into a close relationship with those people before fucking them. Then leaving them a few weeks later. It's not like anyone didn't know why you left them; in fact it became expected.
Then Mattie shot you down after you had accidentally told him that you 'like'd him.
The details were fuzzy. You were drunk. You weren't going to think about it.
But back to post-accidental telling Mattie that you wanted to fuck him romantically, you were in the middle of something with Lovino Vargas, the sweeter of the twins when Mattie got home.
It wasn't sex, though. I mean it was almost sex, but you were good friends with this guy, he could basically tell how you were feeling just by looking at you. That could come with being a mob boss though.
Who knows.
You two were chatting about your feelings the old fashioned way- pjs and BJ's (ice cream)- when Mattie got home and caught you two. The bastard decided to play coy, however and he stuck around to hear you talking about how you sorta 'I don't think it's love but I definitely want to fuck him- just not leave him afterwards. He kinda makes me want to be a good girlfriend and not just a damn good fuck, ya know?' like him. He stuck around for a few more gory details before you left for bed, and that's where we wind up now.
With some hot warm breath on your ear.
"I... Take it back." He said, the warm air almost sending shivers down your spine. But you decided to almost ruin it.
"Excuse you?" You replied, your voice hard- almost stone cold.
"I want to try to date you?"
"That's not how that works, Matthew. I'm not your dog. I don't come when you say, and I sure as fuck am not waiting at your beck and call. Just because I like you doesn't mean that I don't deserve respect. So ask me nicely, and maybe I'll reply in a likewise fashion."
"Right. Sorry. Will you please consider- how do you put it?- courting me?"
"Yes that's how I put it- and yes! I have considered and I have also decided that that would be nice."
You turned to face him and was pulled into a rather steamy kiss for a new couple. Afterwords he said something about wanting to do that for a while, and you hit him for being so cheesy before agreeing with him.
So in the end it worked out pretty well.
The warm wetness of his breath on your ear was pleasant, if not a little bit disconcerting. He's been ignoring you since that wretched day and you were content with that. If he didn't want to court you then it was his choice not to. You weren't going to push it by trying to be friends with him, besides, it's not like you two were completely codependent on each other.
Oh wait. You were.
You had been best friends with Matthew Williams since the day you had gotten out of middle school. You had popped over to Artie's bakery for a Sweet Treat Tuesday (Where Artie gives out free sweets) and you had met Matt- after giving him a bloody nose.
He tried to take your truffle.
Well, flash forward and you two are both going to Britannia University in Canada. You two are closer than ever and even decided to share an apartment along with the Vargas brothers- who didn't go to the Uni. They had been homeschooled their entire life until college when they were promptly told to go get a college education. They went, and they attended separate schools, both very close to the other. The schools, definitely not the brothers.
Anyways, you had sorta fucked up and fallen quite deeply for your best friend. You, being a stubborn ass, didn't like to call it love, believing that the little crush would flit away with the help of a bunch of flings. Well, while you became quite good at breaking hearts (among other things) you also learned that this was definitely more than a crush. But not love. To make a long story short, you had hooked up with numerous people (including both Vargas brothers on several occasions and sometimes even both at once) and then accidentally told your best friend that you wanted to fuck him, just not in so little words. He had shot you down quickly and blamed it on your promiscuity.
Ouch.
It's not like you weren't viewed as a slut- you just didn't care. You were currently at least friends with everyone who you had slept with, because usually you got into a close relationship with those people before fucking them. Then leaving them a few weeks later. It's not like anyone didn't know why you left them; in fact it became expected.
Then Mattie shot you down after you had accidentally told him that you 'like'd him.
The details were fuzzy. You were drunk. You weren't going to think about it.
But back to post-accidental telling Mattie that you wanted to fuck him romantically, you were in the middle of something with Lovino Vargas, the sweeter of the twins when Mattie got home.
It wasn't sex, though. I mean it was almost sex, but you were good friends with this guy, he could basically tell how you were feeling just by looking at you. That could come with being a mob boss though.
Who knows.
You two were chatting about your feelings the old fashioned way- pjs and BJ's (ice cream)- when Mattie got home and caught you two. The bastard decided to play coy, however and he stuck around to hear you talking about how you sorta 'I don't think it's love but I definitely want to fuck him- just not leave him afterwards. He kinda makes me want to be a good girlfriend and not just a damn good fuck, ya know?' like him. He stuck around for a few more gory details before you left for bed, and that's where we wind up now.
With some hot warm breath on your ear.
"I... Take it back." He said, the warm air almost sending shivers down your spine. But you decided to almost ruin it.
"Excuse you?" You replied, your voice hard- almost stone cold.
"I want to try to date you?"
"That's not how that works, Matthew. I'm not your dog. I don't come when you say, and I sure as fuck am not waiting at your beck and call. Just because I like you doesn't mean that I don't deserve respect. So ask me nicely, and maybe I'll reply in a likewise fashion."
"Right. Sorry. Will you please consider- how do you put it?- courting me?"
"Yes that's how I put it- and yes! I have considered and I have also decided that that would be nice."
You turned to face him and was pulled into a rather steamy kiss for a new couple. Afterwords he said something about wanting to do that for a while, and you hit him for being so cheesy before agreeing with him.
So in the end it worked out pretty well.
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Sorry I've been so busy- school is getting hellish.
Also I think I've started a book?
I don't own hetalia!
Sorry I've been so busy- school is getting hellish.
Also I think I've started a book?
I don't own hetalia!
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That's what happens when you take my food.... You get hurt